Static halls, fluorescent glare
Someone here sees too much, says too fair
Born in pressure, raised by consequence,
Reads the field like syntax, perfect tense
Every timing carved in discipline,
While louder names collapse from negligence
They praise the spark, the reckless flame,
Ignore the spine that steadies games
In silence, patterns rearranged,
Truth archived, never claimed
Vision sharpened by restraint,
Knowledge held, not disseminated
Clarity becomes a weight,
When every thought is calculated
Sees the ending before the start,
Dust collects on fragile crowns
Knows the system, knows the dark,
But wisdom here is drowned
Exit mapped, escape designed,
Mentors waiting past the frame
Yet contracts bind, reality tight,
And freedom’s only named
Boardroom shadows, frosted glass,
Decisions made by fragile class
Control disguised as oversight,
Poor judgment dressed as might
Black-box logic, unchecked hands,
Moving pieces, breaking plans
Every loss a silent tax,
Paid by those who read the facts
Speech reduced to measured tone,
Silence safer than the truth
In this house, awareness shown
Only shortens borrowed youth
Sees the ending before the start,
Dust collects on fragile crowns
Knows the system, knows the dark,
But wisdom here is drowned
Exit mapped, escape designed,
Mentors waiting past the frame
Yet contracts bind, reality tight,
And freedom’s only named
Somewhere guidance isn’t chained,
Somewhere clarity is praised
But paper laws and sealed commands
Keep the mind where bodies stay
Understanding without a voice
Becomes the loneliest choice
Sees the ending before the start,
Carries truth without a sound
Not the king, but knows the art
Of watching kingdoms fall down
When the lights cut, noise is gone,
One stays lucid, standing still
Most confused inside the storm,
The clearest mind against the will
Awake.
Unmoved.
Unheard.